Yeah, I mean I was thinking the same thing. It's much more a reflection of music audiences than the actual musicians. At the same time, while a bit condescending, "dad rock" isn't an entirely inaccurate descriptor.

While I mostly agree with you, I went to a Who concert last month with my dad (I'm in my early-mid twenties) and the age of the average attendee was about 55, if not older.

The shriveled grapes have spoken.

I love the end of the Pickett version, but I find the beginning and the transition a bit rocky.

I like this song. Sure it's kind of cheesy, but I never interpreted "the day the music died" as "music sucks now, and I am nostalgic for 20 years ago" as most of the people here seem to be understanding it.

This is kind of cool, but the write-up makes me concerned that Joe can't tell classic country from delta blues.

…As was the style at the time.

I missed the context to understand this by at least three decades.

Pfft. That's not so great. Neil Armstrong landed on the moon and won the Tour de France a bunch of times with one nut. And boy, could that guy play a trumpet!

What the hell is print journalism?

I'm afraid I can't do that, Wolfgang.

Calling the Black Keys "modern rock" but Clapton "blues" seems a bit off. I mean, they have a whole EP of just Junior Kimbrough songs.

They are building up to the finale: "An Oral History of Oral Histories." Then you'll appreciate all this exposition.

THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT! Why must you ruin everything for me, Intergalactic Savior?

Movie premises like this are why we need to build a wall to keep out the aliens.

In fairness, though, it's mostly because he can't remember his real name.

I think the only catholic birds are cardinals and penguins.

Thanks, Prime Minister Trump!

We say "arse" now.

I know, but I also like to complain.